Something lies by the bedside,
Round and lusturous,
I cannot figure by its shape.
The gums are bleeding lust and desire,
The throat is sore of lies and sins,
It is a stranger, round and lustrous,
sweet as sugar, not a disaster,
It looks like an ego, my ego.
I donot want to fix the swell,
I donot want to cure the pain,
It pleases seldom,
teeth filled with amalgam,
gums treated with talcum,
dentist’s chairs, doctor’s affairs,
Longhair and earthenware